Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 208:31. This. The magic in Azeroth is so erotic!

"Isn't this Master Alex? What happened to him?"

When Marshal Lothar and his loyal soldiers finally entered the Serene Garden Town safely, they saw a large group of civilians kneeling and praying before the Holy Light statue in the center of the town square. In the blacksmith shop not far away, Diakum was treating a weak old wizard.

Lothar stepped forward in surprise and asked.

"It's nothing serious. He simply used his own magic to bring the people of the town back to the material world from the Twisting Nether, which resulted in his magic being drained and exhausted. It's not a big deal. I've already treated him, and he'll slowly recover after a few years of rest.

However, it is unlikely that you will make further progress in the arcane arts in the future."

The Vigilant cast a Holy Word spell, Fortitude, on the unconscious old wizard. When he stood up, he heard Lothar say with emotion:

"As expected of the Archmage of Dalaran, he truly has a heart for justice, risking his own life to save the civilians. But why were the civilians sent to the Twisting Nether? Isn't that the demons' territory?"

"Ah, because this master was plotted against by your sworn brother Medivh. When he cast a protective spell, he accidentally sent everyone in the town into the Twisting Nether."

Diakum said this expressionlessly, and the emotion on Losa's face instantly turned into embarrassment.

He waved his hands and said:

"This at least balances out the merits and demerits. It must have been the hateful Dark Titan impersonating Medivh who did this evil thing! The Dark Titan has done so many evil things."

"What's wrong with you?"

Diakum glanced at Lothar's injury and cast a Holy Word: Healing on him to speed up the healing process. However, when he saw the unique knife marks on Lothar's armor, the Sentinel raised an eyebrow and said:

"Did you encounter a Burning Blade Master on the road? He was able to hack your high-level enchanted armor into this state. I'm guessing it was Azuka Bladefury himself. Judging from the knife marks, that little girl's martial arts skills are indeed not much worse than her father's.

You are lucky to have come back alive."

"You've already said it, what else do you want me to say?"

Lothar complained, then invited Diakum to the town's inn to discuss matters.

The local Duke of Eberlock came to make himself known, but Lothar assigned him many tasks. Other nobles also wanted to come in and get close to him. The arrival of each marshal meant one less trouble. After sending away four or five of them, no one came to bother him anymore.

"Alas, this Sunshine Forest is the heart of the kingdom. It has a beautiful environment, a pleasant climate, and abundant industries, which has led to a large number of nobles here. However, most of them are flatterers, and there are very few who can get things done like Mayor Solomon."

Losara pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Dick, sighing:

"Don't laugh at us for being pedantic, but the truth is, the Stormwind Kingdom's nobles generally only maintain their wealth for a few generations. They haven't completely degenerated into the kind of people in the Northern Frontier who can't get things done but are skilled at doing bad things. Although they're mediocre, at least they won't cause trouble for us.

Forget it, let’s get down to business.

I'm going back to Stormwind to report the Battle of Redridge Mountains to King Llane in person. Will you come with me?"

"Actually, you can wait a day or two."

Diakum shook his head and said:
"Before you leave, settle the civilians of Serene Gardens. This town's location is crucial. It would be best if you could use the troops at hand to turn it into a temporary fortress. This is a forest environment, where the Dragonmaw Clan's air superiority cannot be fully utilized. This is a perfect place for you to launch a counterattack."

"I think so too."

Lothar took out a pipe from his magic bag, filled it with some dwarven tobacco, and lit it next to the candlestick. In this way, he tried to clear his mind and said to the Sentinel:

"We've already lost the Red Ridge Mountains, and we absolutely cannot lose the Sunshine Forest! The Western Fertile Plains are the granary of the Eastern Continent. If orcs occupy them, even if the Northern Frontier Kingdom wants to send troops to support them, they'll have to consider the logistics and supplies.

To protect the western wilderness, Sunshine Forest is the top priority!

It's easy to deploy the soldiers. The elite Kurson Brigade is right at the border of Stranglethorn Vale, and it only takes them a few hours to get here. The problem is where to send the civilians?
I can't send them all to the Western Wilds. The road is too long and if a large number of civilians are sent there without advance preparation, there will definitely be chaos.

The people there are very tough. Farmers carrying pitchforks and riding old horses dare to fight gnolls. And they generally don't like the 'city people' here in Serene Garden Town, thinking they are pretentious."

"Send it to Karazhan."

Dick waved his hand and said:
"The town over there can be expanded to accommodate the people of Serene Garden. Medivh's old steward, Moros, is also a spellcaster. He activated the defensive barrier of the Karazhan magic tower to ensure that these civilians are protected.

Moreover, the terrain of the headwind trail is also suitable for long-term defense.

It is not a strategic location, and the orcs will not divide their troops to attack there.

Aside from the limited number of people it can accommodate, it's a perfect place for refuge, allowing residents to take refuge in Karazhan Tower when necessary."

"Good idea! Let's do it."

Lothar's eyes lit up and he said:
"This way, the construction of a fortress in Serene Garden Town can be put on the agenda immediately. Calculating the time, by the time the orcs arrive, this place will become a simple fortress."

"Gayara has shamans under his command. They can manipulate earth and stone to create fortresses that are no less powerful than those built with giant stones. If your soldiers can find enough materials for them, they can connect this town to the mountain ridges on both sides and build a simple but effective city wall."

Diakum had thought it through. He waved his hand and said:

"The terrain of the Sunshine Forest is not suitable for a large army to pass through. I think the orcs will use this place as a flank. Their real main attack direction is Elwynn Forest, where a very brutal battle is bound to break out.

But what I am curious about now is whether you, as a general, have a specific response strategy.

You should know that what Stormwind Kingdom needs most right now is not victory."

"It's time!"

Lothar blew out a puff of smoke and said:
"We must hold on to our own land and buy enough time for reinforcements from the north to arrive. We need to immediately send envoys to the human kingdoms, not just the Northern Frontier Kingdoms, but also the Kul Tiras navy!

The orcs have no fleet, which means that as long as Daelin is willing to send out even a fleet, they can attack the greenskins unscrupulously from the sea and lock them on land.

We need spellcasters in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas. We need them to complete the air defense of Stormwind and defend against the orcish dragons.

We need the Bronzebeard Dwarves' steam tanks as the core of the battlefield for the counterattack, we need the Wildhammer Dwarves' gryphon riders to seize the advantage in the air for us, and we need the gnomes' gyrocopters to drop deadly bombs on the heads of the greenskins.

The marshal waved his hand and said loudly:
"We also need warriors from the northern border to serve as the main force of the counterattack, and use battle after battle to drive the orcs out of our territory!

But the premise of all this is that we must defend Stormwind!

Otherwise, even if the Northern Frontier is willing to send troops, they will not be able to find a fulcrum to land. As long as Stormwind City is still there, aid from the Northern Frontier will continue to reach the Southern Frontier, and we will be able to hold on.

As for the specific strategy."

Lothar narrowed his eyes and did not answer for a long time. Diakum was not in a hurry and waited patiently for Lothar to give an answer.

The human marshal was no fool; he didn't need Diakum to help him make every decision.

The most important thing is that this is a war of mankind, this is the destiny of mankind, and they are not yet so destitute that they need to pray to a foreign saint to help them through difficult times.

Diakham learned his lesson.

He couldn't go against fate from the very beginning, because the destructive power of the accumulated potential energy of fate that would explode at the last moment would be absolutely astonishing. If it weren't for the World Tree Tayara growing in Draenor at the last moment, the backflow energy transmitted by the Black Gate alone would be enough to turn that world into the "Broken Outland" in the Sentinel's memory.

It seemed like a series of coincidences had triggered that scene, but Dick knew it was fate's stubborn counterattack.

The same counterattack also occurred in Argus.

After he killed Archimonde in advance and drove Thal'kiel crazy, the Dark Titan arrived hundreds of years earlier than in the official history. These two events show that the bitch of fate will not admit defeat willingly. The harder it suppresses her, the crazier she will be when she bounces back.

He needs to be gentler, wiser, and more cautious.

"Perhaps the greenskins' weakness lies in their fighting style?" Lothar pondered.
"I asked Garona about the greenskins. They are a clan system in Draenor. Although they have been twisted into war tribes now, it doesn't mean that they can transition from clan union to a united body all at once.

There must be conflicts among them, but this is secondary.

Most importantly, Garona told me that the greenskins have no habit of growing crops and they have always maintained nomadic customs.

This means that without advance preparation, they can only fight a short war!

Once the war drags on, the greenskins will not be able to sustain the battle for long by relying on the looted rations. No matter how fierce their warriors are, they can only fight on an empty stomach. No matter how frantically they hunt, the prey in the forest will not be enough for hundreds of thousands of greenskins to eat.

Yes! "

The marshal stood up, shook his fist fiercely, and said:
"Their weakness lies in their supply chain! I'm going to let them win all the way, let them follow my retreat rhythm, let them continuously stretch the battle line, and ultimately make them lose miserably! I know what to do.

Strong walls and clear fields. "

"Our troops are running out of food."

Diakum added, his face full of admiration. At this moment, he could only say that he was worthy of being Losa.

But he still reminded:
"The Greenskins aren't stupid. There are wise men among them. They can see the same problems you can. Even in the most extreme cases, the Greenskins are already looking for solutions. Don't forget, it was Medivh who brought them into this world.

Given Medivh's style, it's unlikely he won't provide them with a solution."

"Who else can they turn to for help? Diakam."

Lothar waved his hands and said:

"Either go north to the Burning Plains and contact the black dwarves in Blackrock Mountain and try to buy food from those slave owners, or find the goblins.
Humph, goblin!

He dares to pick up money from the fire and even gold from hell.

But you know what's the best part, Dick?

The human marshal let out a long sigh, blinking his eyes and saying:
"If the Greenskins unite with the Dark Iron Dwarves, then the Bronzebeard and Wildhammer Dwarves, who have a feud with the Dark Irons, will unconditionally join us! And if the Goblins participate in this war and stand on the opposite side of humans to aid the Greenskins, then Daelin's wrath will burn the entire South Sea in an instant!

The greenskins have no idea what kind of trouble their diplomacy will get them into!
Just as they don't know how terrible the hatred between the three dwarf tribes is, just as they don't know what terrible things the Kul Tiras Invincible Armada will do to protect the interests of their maritime merchants.

Well, Daelin has been unhappy with those goblins who have occupied the South China Sea routes and are frantically seizing commercial benefits for a long time. I will give Proudmoore a perfect reason to start a war!
The greenskins will gain help from lowly bandits, which means we will also gain noble allies.

Humans excel at diplomacy
We will use diplomacy as a weapon to launch a deadly counterattack against the greenskins.

Come with me to Stormwind, Sage Diak'um."

Lothar's eyes sparkled as he invited:

"According to the original plan, Archbishop Alonsus Faol will conduct a tour of Stormwind City to preach. He is our human faith leader and the spokesperson for the Holy Light among humans. You and he are both devout believers. Perhaps your meeting will bring new enlightenment to the human soul."

"You want me to help you lobby? To mobilize faith and force the kings of the northern border to send troops faster?"

Diakum smiled and said:
"Lothar, Lothar, if my people had someone like you by their side to advise us when we were in Draenor, the green orcs would have been destroyed long ago."

"That was an exchange of faith. How can it be described as a conspiracy?"

Lothar shook his head seriously and said:
"The truth always becomes clearer through debate. So, what's the deal? We'll set out tomorrow afternoon, and I need to prepare a griffin for you. Oh, your Dayhawk is much faster."

"Don't use vehicles now. Be careful of being shot down by the greenskins. Your griffins can't handle their dragons. Teleport over."

Dick waved his hand and said:
"It just so happens that your 'royal wizard' is here too."

"Ok?"

Lothar walked to the window and took a look, just in time to see Kagade appear in the center of Quiet Garden Town in the light of teleportation. The young mage looked up and saw the marshal waving to him.

A moment later, Khadgar walked into the room. He solemnly took out a gift box and handed it to Diakum, saying:
"This is a gift that Lord Moros asked me to deliver to you. It's the magic item he's most proud of, crafting during his many years as a wizard. I don't quite understand why he suddenly gave me the nickname 'Robin,' but he said it was a thank you for a 'good story.'"

"You humans are so polite. Remember to thank Mayor Moros for me."

Diakum took the gift box.

His unique address made Khadgar stunned for a moment, and then Lothar whispered their plan to Khadgar. Diakum opened the gift box and found a silver magic handkerchief in the luxurious black velvet box with a purple raven emblem on the edge.

This thing looks effeminate and full of the petty-bourgeois affectation of the aristocracy.

This made him a little confused.

Moros had so many goodies on him, why not give him that magic pocket watch with the "Legendary Evasion"? If that didn't work, his treasured "Butler's Bell" would do the trick.

With this thought in mind, Diakum reached out and picked up the ordinary handkerchief. The interface of the thing quickly popped up:

[Moros' famous handkerchief comes with the permanent enchantment 'Cleansing', which can keep something as clean as new by wiping it; it also comes with the magical spell 'Armor Removal (3 times/day)', which can quickly remove armor from yourself or the enemy upon contact (this spell does not always succeed, and you can increase its success rate by paying additional energy).

Item description:

Keeping the manor or the owner's clothes clean in an effortless manner and dealing with malicious interrupters in the most elegant manner are the basic skills of every experienced butler. - Alfred Moross

Special Instructions:

[It's decided, it's you! Vigilant Diakam, for the sake of the Eredar's population shortage, quickly use the 'Armor Removal' on Archbishop Nari or the other little hooves!]

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"Well, this thing is more practical than I thought."

Diakum ignored the message from the guy with a bitter mind. He wiped his armor lightly with a handkerchief. In an instant, all the blood stains and marks on the lion armor were cleaned up. The surface of the white gold armor even had a matte texture like wax.

He lifted his feet and looked at his shoes, and was surprised to find that even the dust and mud on the soles had been cleaned away.

There wasn't even any strange smell left on my body, it was just like taking a hot shower.
"Swish"

Garona jumped out, looked at Diakam eagerly, and whispered:

"Grandpa! Can you give me this magic handkerchief? An assassin like me really needs this thing. It can instantly eliminate all odors and residual traces. It's simply a magical tool for assassination and theft!"

"Humph, it's a gift someone gave me, and you want to find it yourself."

Diakum pushed away Garona's eager assassin claws and pointed at Khadgar, who was listening seriously to Marshal Lothar's strategic arrangements not far away, and whispered:

"That guy is also a wizard, and I heard he has connections at the magical tailor shop in Dalaran and can give you a discount. Go find him. Find a way to get him to make you a pair of the same ones. It will definitely not be difficult for the magical Khadgar.

And what if I asked you to protect Lothar and you were nearly beheaded?"

"Oh, speaking of this, there's a detail that I'm sure you'll be interested in!"

Garona changed the subject smoothly and said:

"The White Wolf God's first human chosen one has appeared! It's General Gavinrad!"

"Um?!"

(End of this chapter)